Wheeling Gull Isle shaolin monk motherfunk

Set for tomorrow (July 19th). Wilson has some questions!

There was so much to be seen; so much to be experienced! Moving without the pressures of a pack gave Wilson the chance to enjoy her leisure for once, and so she did whenever she could. Each morning, she would move further inland to rest in the thin foliage that lined the treeline. This was where she stayed from dawn until dusk, at which point she would move out and recommence her travels.

Not far from Drageda were more marked borders, albeit of a different sort. Scents were mingled in with the strong odor of sea salt; Wilson relied on the near silent noises of silhouettes to determine whether or not the land beyond the bar had been claimed. Even with having grown up beside the sea, she'd never seen a group so bold as to claim a territory like this, so her interest was immediately peaked.

The moon only offered enough light to make out smudges here and there, but without permission, she didn't want to proceed any further. Instead, she just stood and watched, waiting to see if someone might approach.

vague post is vague. also, obligatory "WIIILLLLSOOOOON"

She went through these past couple of days in a stunned haze, unable to process what had happened. Terrified of the inside of the territory, now, she skirted the borders, gazing numbly out to the sea. A pale silhouette in the moonlight grabbed her sparse attention, at least, and Maegi hobbled that way, face blank and impassive as she approached, barely sizing up the stranger.

"Who're you?" she asked flatly, blinking once or twice before falling silent, waiting for the young woman's response. She smelled like she had been all sorts of places, and while normally this would have Maegi begging her for stories, right now she didn't care. Even the sound of her own voice was alien to her, and the sound of another's would be even more so.

But it kept her clinging to life, to hear others speak; otherwise, she was trapped in a cocoon of her own thoughts, reverberating around her skull like calls of angry songbirds. Pecking, picking, eating away at her. Gnawing at her bones.

The Gampr is a regular presence at the borders. There is comfort in the routine. It fulfills the deep-seated desire to guard and protect that has been specifically sought after in his bloodline and satisfies a baser need to ensure firsthand that the wolves who have become his family (and the six little wolfdogs they love so fiercely) are safe. It’s not enough to entrust such a task to the other seawolves, even though he does trust them. He has to feel the sand beneath his own paws. See with his own eyes.

A voice in the distance catches his attention. Short-cropped ears strain forward, but it was just a scrap of sound that he couldn’t decipher. Nevertheless, he recognizes the speaker immediately as Maegi, the pack’s newest Daggertooth, and picks up his pace. He’s moving at a slow trot by the time he reaches the young wolf and the stranger, and offers a cordial chuff of greeting to the latter with a warmer rumble for the former. He hangs back, nodding toward Maegi, letting her know that he’s here if she needs him but that he’s fine with her being in the driver’s seat.

Seeing not one but two wolves approach sent Wilson's tail into an eager fit, but the cool voice that she was greeted with was enough to bring her back down. She understood that she was technically the threat here, so it made sense for the first responders to be on edge, but did they have to be so upfront about it? I'm Wilson, she said, warmly enough despite her drooping spirits, I saw the island and I was interested, I guess.

The brute in the shadows was more intimidating than the girl who she'd been met by, but Wilson didn't mind. It's not like she planned to do anything to set him off, anyway; not wanting to be rude, she nodded to them both and wondered if they were up to returning the favor of an introduction. I've been wandering. And wondering, too. What's this place called?

"Maegi," she responded succinctly, not bothering to tack on her surname, as she once had done. Pawsteps distracted her, and she turned to see Stockholm draw up beside her. His presence was a solid comfort; she had began to see the Overseer as a surrogate father, of sorts. She flashed him the barest of smiles, then turned back to the woman, who was speaking again.

What's this place called? Any other wolf on the island might have answered her, but Maegi, having spent the first moons of her life in a forest brewing with conflict, was hesitant. Enemies were not a concept buried in fairy tales--they were real and alive, spilling the blood of the ones you loved. To give away your secrets was to open your door to tragedy, and that she would not do for the island. Coelacanth, the babes, Rokig and Reed, Stockholm, Driftwood, Droman, Venninne, Moorhen. . . She would not betray them.

"Why do you want to know?" Maegi asked, her voice slightly prickly, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. This Wilson seemed innocuous enough, and if Stockholm wanted to give her the name, she wouldn't stop him. But she would not have any more blood on her paws.

Sorry for the wait on this.

Personally, Stockholm doesn’t see a problem with sharing the name of the island, or the name of the pack, for that matter — but he wants Maegi to do whatever she’s comfortable with. This is her island as much as anyone else’s, and simply because the seawolves are a peaceable lot doesn’t mean everyone is going to greet strangers with open arms. He thinks that probably Komodo would agree with Maegi’s line of questioning and answers the girl’s smile with a soft half-lidding of his eyes, a doggish grin that sobers when he looks upon the stranger. “Stockholm,” he rumbles. “Most days, I think people call it just what you called it: the island.”

gonna wrap this up since it's old and Wilson is inactive

Wilson just wasn't her type of wolf. Too friendly, too open. With a small snort of exasperation, she turned to pad away, leaving Stockholm to deal with her. Hopefully, he wouldn't give her too much information unless she was truly seeking shelter here. If that was really the case, she would have to prove herself in time. Maybe Maegi would warm up to her, eventually.